#;finally

Being in laundry is probably the most boring job here, which is why they always send the mild-mannered to do it, those who are unlikely to revolt against it. Shay’s never gotten a shot, in fact, she found herself enjoying her first few weeks. Despite the mind-numbing repetitiveness of her work assignment, she gets to meet new people, like one of the more recent inmates, who just walked in. Shay’s seen her around, but she’s not even out of her orange suit yet. 

Chanyeol swung the door shut behind him and leaned back against the cold metal, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath in desperate gulps of air, reaching up to wipe dismissively at the drop of sweat trickling down his temple. It wasn't as if he hadn't been given the 101s on what he was supposed to do if he were to encounter fans on the streets during his leisure time, without a manager with him. He is tall, bigger in size than the average girl, and it wasn't as if they were a potential threat to his well-being - maybe they were - but he really wasn't sure what got into him, because he had started to run. There was a reason why you should always stay still when a bee nears you, but in his defence, that group of fan girls approached him like drunk hyenas ambushing their prey. They were running after him in heels for heaven's sake. The thought of flagging for a cab didn't occur to him in his moment of flight adrenaline.